8:30 AM, I left Rochester.
The train was a baby's crib. My window was the mobile that parents dangle from the crib to help the child sleep.
It didn't work.
I wanted out.
Sixteen Candles, an iPod, and a phone got me through the trip. It was harder to leave and bear the ride back.
Please no more road work.
After eight hours, I saw the city. Within those eight hours, I lost some sort of independence.
A few more weeks....
A few more weeks....
But I'll be alright (:
I think.
I think.
Welcome home from Cinnabon and the kissy-kissy-goo-goo faces of the couple sharing a roll in a Hello Kitty lunchbox.
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<3 I think you'll be alright too
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